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Jen’s legs shimmied for another few seconds, then she released her leglock on Matt’s head. Yanking on his hair, she lifted him up towards her face. She scooted forward and aggressively shoved her tongue down into his mouth while simultaneously grabbing ahold of his cock and jerking him off.

“You like sticking your thumb in my ass, do you?” she said, breaking off their kiss with a yank on his hair.

Matt nodded.

“Is there anything else you want to stick in there?”

He nodded again.

Jen laughed. “Yeah, I’m sure there is. You want to stick your cock in my little asshole, don’t you?”

He nodded yet again.

“Well, I’ll make you a deal,” Jen said. “If you do a good enough job licking my asshole, then maybe, just maybe, I’ll even let you stick your cock inside it.”

“Are you serious?”

Jen nodded.

“I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing.”

“That’s because you never asked,” she said.

“So you mean all this time, all I had to do was make an attempt and you would have let it happen?“

“Well, not just any time,” Jen said. “But certainly there was a couple times, where if you would have made a move towards it, I wouldn’t have fought you on it.”

Matt mentally smacked himself in the forehead with his palm.

“And here you thought the only girls willing to do that were the ones you watched on your movies,” Jen said.

“Little did I know I had one sharing a bed with me.”

Jen shrugged. “Well, now you know,” she said. “But you’d better do a great job with your tongue down there or we’ll have to wait until a different night to take things to the next level.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Matt said. “I’ll lick like I’ve never licked before.”

“We’ll just see about that,” Jen said. “We’ll just see.”

To show Jen how serious he was, Matt dropped his head down and immediately started licking her asshole, his tongue moving up and down and around the edges.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” Jen said, staring down at him. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was turned up in a huge smile. Matt didn’t think he’d ever seen her so excited. So he kept pushing the envelope.

Making his tongue rigid, he jammed it into Jen’s asshole as far as he could and started to tongue fuck her. Jen’s screams turned even more animated and her breathing rate increased.

“Oh my fucking god!” she said. “Tongue-fuck my dirty shithole, baby. Just like that. Yes, YES, YES!”

Getting off himself on Jen’s excitement, Matt spread her asscheeks with his hands, allowing him deeper access to her insides. Tilting his eyes up, he could see Jen fingering her snatch with one hand and squeezing and pinching one of her nipples with the other.

Matt continued working Jen’s asshole as aggressively as he could, jamming his tongue further and further inside it as she continued playing with herself, which opened her anus wider, allowing him deeper inside.

Just as Jen was about to cum again, she transferred the hand that was squeezing her nipple to Matt’s hair and held his head in place, his tongued jammed deep into her asshole while she rubbed her clit forcefully.

“Fuck, FUCK, FUCK!” Jen screamed. “I’m gonna fucking cum again!”

Half a minute later she did exactly that, her pussy squirting juices everywhere again and her body shaking and shivering for nearly ten seconds before falling still this time.

Using his hair, Jen pulled Matt’s head up towards her own. She pressed her forehead against his and said, “Okay. I think you earned the right to fuck my ass.”

Smiling, Matt slipped his tongue into her mouth and they made out for a little bit while Jen ran her hand down to his cock and started playing with it.

Matt was excited. Probably too excited, really. He’d dreamt about fucking Jen in the ass ever since he’d met her but figured it would never come to pass. And he was so wound up after all the foreplay that he doubted he’d last long. But those were the breaks. It was better to have fucked Jen’s ass for a couple minutes than not at all. Or something like that.

So he broke off the kiss and slid back down her body until he was standing on the floor. He was tempted to put Jen on her hands and knees so he could fuck her doggy-style, but considering how much he liked that position, he was sure it would just serve lessen the (already limited) amount of time he’d be able to fuck her before cumming, so he kept her on her back.

Matt grabbed Jen’s ankles and pulled her legs up, lifting her ass off the cushions of the couch and bringing her asshole closer to his cock. Jen hooked her arms under her knees to hold her legs in place and looked at him with a filthy little grin.

“Are you ready for this?” Matt asked her.

“I am,” Jen said. “The real question is, are you?”

“Hell yes,” he replied.

“Then do it,” she said. “Stick that hard cock of yours into my pretty little asshole.”

Matt couldn’t turn down a request like that, so he did as Jen had asked, grabbing ahold of his cock and sticking the tip of it against her asshole, then taking a deep breath and pushing his hips forward.

The tip of his cock slipped into Jen’s asshole. It was a tight fit but not uncomfortable. Just weird. Unlike her pussy, Jen’s asshole provided consistent pressure to every centimeter of his cock at one. Plus it was tight as shit.

But it felt incredible. So good, in fact, that Matt was afraid he was going to cum just from breaking the seal. After entering Jen, he stayed completely still, taking a couple of deep breaths while trying not to move at all.

Jen could tell the difference too. She was taking short, shallow breaths and her eyes were closed in concentration. A strange combination of pleasure and pain played over her features.

Matt knew how she felt. While the pleasure was undeniable, there was a certain level of discomfort there too. Too bad he didn’t have any lube; that would certainly help. Well, next time he’d know. For now, he would just have to make the best out of it.

Jen helped things a bit, spitting onto her hand and rubbing her saliva over his cock. That helped some, allowing him to move a little bit without too much effort. And when Jen started rubbing her clit it helped even more.

The more she played with herself, the more she relaxed, and the more her anus loosened up. After half a minute or so, Matt was able to move at a slow but consistent pace, his cock going deeper and deeper into Jen’s asshole with every pump.

“Your asshole is so fucking tight,” Matt said, staring down at her with an intense gaze.

Jen just nodded her head and continued playing with her pussy.

“It feels good though,” Matt said. “Doesn’t it?”

Jen nodded again.

And it did to Matt too, despite the tightness. There was just something about fucking Jen in the ass that was so nasty, so perverted, so flat-out wrong that it turned him on like crazy just thinking about it. And even though he was barely moving against her at all, it took everything he had to keep from cumming.

Matt leaned forward and stuck his tongue into Jen’s mouth, hoping to take his mind off how close he was to orgasm, but it didn’t work. If anything, her lips on his felt so good that it brought him even closer to cumming. Which wasn’t a surprise; kissing while fucking almost always had that effect on him.

“I don’t know how much longer I can last,” he said, pulling his mouth off Jen’s for a moment.

“That’s okay,” she said, speaking desperately. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“In fact, I think I’m ready to cum right now.”

“I think that’s a great idea,” Jen said.

“Yeah?” Matt asked.

Jen nodded her head. Then she grabbed the back of Matt’s head and pulled him closer to her. She knew how much he liked kissing while fucking and figured it would get him to finish up that much quicker.

She was right.

Matt started moving more rapidly against her, still not all the quickly but at a faster pace than any other time since he’d stuck his cock in her ass. In the end, it was more than enough.

Five seconds later, he was ready to cum.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he said under his breath, just like he always did before he came.

“Spray my stomach with it,” Jen said, staring him right in the eyes, knowing exactly what was coming.

Matt nodded as his orgasm arrived and pulled his cock out of Jen’s asshole and leaned forward, so his cock was lying atop her pussy. Jen reached down and grabbed ahold of his cock and jerked him off, bringing him the final last little bit to the edge, and then over it. He came right away, shooting his seed all over Jen’s stomach, just like she’d requested.

It was a massive load, four full pumps, covering Jen’s washboard stomach with his pale white sperm.

“That wasn’t quite what I expected,” Matt said after he was done, offering her a little smile.

“Me neither,” Jen replied. “But it wasn’t bad.”

“No, not at all,” he said. “It was just . . . different.”

“Yeah,” she said. “Much different.”

They shared a laugh then a kiss.

“Next time we’ll have to prepare better,” Jen said.

This surprised Matt a bit. “There’s going to be a next time?”

“Sure,” she said. “You do want to try it again, right?”

“Well, yeah,” he said. “I just figured you wouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

Matt shrugged.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Jen said. “It wasn’t great. But it wasn’t bad either. And it was almost good. A little more warm up next time, some drinks beforehand and a little bit more attention to my asshole before you stick your cock in there, plus a whole lot of lube, and I think I could really get into it.”

“Yeah?” Matt said.

Jen nodded. “It was intense,” she said. “More intense than usual.”

“That’s the truth,” he said.

“If done properly, I think it would cause one hell of a monster orgasm.”

“I can see that,” Dan said, thinking about how hard he came after just having his cock in her ass for a short time. “I can totally see that.”

“Then it’s a date,” Jen said. “Saturday night. We’ll do it the right way.”

“Sounds great,” Matt said. He couldn’t wait.

#####

PUNISHING THE TEEN

FILTHY LITTLE TEEN: VOLUME TWO

BROCK LANDERS

I was out drinking with the guys when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked the screen. It was from Jamie. My pulse quickening, I stepped out the back door into the smoking area and flipped open my phone.

“Hey Jamie, what’s up?” I said.

“Are you busy?” she replied.

“Not really. Just at a bar with some friends.”

“Do you have a problem bailing on them?”

I laughed. Jamie wasn’t one for beating around the bush. It was one of the reasons I dug her so much. The fact that she was an 18-year hardbody with a insatiable lust for nasty sex was the main one, but her attitude played a major part in that.

“Not if I have a good reason to,” I said.

“Well, let’s just put it this way,” Jamie said. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished. Severely. Is that a good enough reason?”

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I said, my cock already starting to get hard just thinking about it.

“I’ll be waiting.”

I closed my phone and went back into the bar. I told my friends what was up and they bid me godspeed. They were cool with it; after all, that’s pretty much the only reason why we were out in the first place, to try and score. There was no use passing on a sure thing solely on the hope of getting something later. Besides, even if I did end up going home with someone at the end of the night, there was no way in hell she’d be half the freak that Jamie was. It simply wasn’t possible.

#

I showed up at Jamie’s door half an hour later.

“It’s about fucking time,” she said upon opening up, her voice laced with disdain, as usual. If there was one thing that was consistent about Jamie it was her defiant attitude. But since we were just fuck-buddies and not in a relationship of any kind, I found it endearing instead of annoying. Plus it made the sex infinitely more interesting. It was far easier to get truly nasty with a girl who acted like a punk than one that was sweet and innocent.

“Deal with it,” I said, pushing right back at her with attitude of my own. Handling it any other way would just encourage her more. And the last thing she needed was more encouragement. She had more than enough attitude without it. If you let her run you over without talking back she was all but intolerable.

“Well, come on in already,” she said, opening the door wide. She was looking incredible as usual, wearing a white long-sleeved blouse with black dots covering it, white panties,  and black, ankle-high, two-inch heeled boots. Her legs looked a hundred yards long, and her firm, thin body was as enticing as always. Even in her heels Jamie was a good 10 inches shorter than me but she held herself with so much confidence that she rarely seemed as small as she truly was.

I walked in and she shut the door behind us. When she turned around I was standing right on top of her, just a couple feet away. This close up, our size difference was more apparent. But even though I towered over her she didn’t back down one bit.

“So you were a bad girl and you need to be punished, huh?” I said.

She nodded.

“What did you do this time?” I asked.

“I pulled some businessman out of his office and took him into the bathroom and gave him a blow job,” she said. “But before he could cum I kicked him in the balls and left him lying on the floor in agony.”

I shook my head and laughed under my breath. I had no idea if she was telling the truth or just making things up. With Jamie it could go either way. Which for some sick reason turned me on even more. The uncertainty was half the fun. It made for a great aphrodisiac.

“Aren’t you worried he might see you again?” I asked.

“What’s he gonna do, tell someone he was getting a blowjob from a strange 18-year old girl who then attacked him for no reason?” Jamie scoffed and shook her head. “Don’t be ridiculous. Nobody would believe him. Besides, I was wearing a wig and a ton of makeup. He wouldn’t even recognize if I walked up to him right now and asked him for a light.”

I nodded my head slowly and took this in. She was trying to get a reaction from me, and for that reason alone I decided not to give her one. Jamie couldn’t handle it when she didn’t get what she wanted.  She needed to be the one controlling the action, pushing all the buttons. It drove her crazy when it didn’t work out exactly as she wanted. And for some reason I felt like real tension tonight, not manufactured role-playing. I figured the easiest way to achieve that was to not let her dictate the narrative.

“So you want me to punish you because you kicked some guy in the balls?” I said.

“No,” she said, drawing the word out, talking to me like I was a five-year old kid. “I want you to punish me because I gave some random guy a blowjob behind your back.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “That whole jealous angle doesn’t really work for me. It’s not like I think I’m the only guy you’re fucking.”

“Fine,” Jamie said, growing exasperated. “Then just punish me because I want you to,” she said.

“That’s not good enough either,” I said, shaking my head. “After all, you want it to be realistic, right?”

She nodded but there was uncertainty in her eyes. A rare thing for her. If she’d ever felt it before in my presence she’d certainly never showed it.

“So how about this,” I said, stepping closer to her until I was inches away, amplifying our size difference. “Tonight I’m going to teach you a lesson. I’m going to punish you because you’re a manipulative, arrogant little punk-ass bitch who thinks she can do whatever the fuck she wants to whoever the fuck she wants whenever the fuck she feels like it. Tonight is going to be real thing, not just some little game.”

She had a confused look on her face. I could tell this wasn’t going quite the way she’d planned and it was throwing her for a loop. So I decided to redirect her, get her back into character.

“Unless, of course, you don’t think you can handle the real thing,” I said.

Her attitude snapped back immediately, just as I’d known it would. “I can handle whatever you can dish out,” she said. One half of her mouth was turned up in a snarl. “Real or imaginary.”

“You think so, huh?”

She scoffed. “Please. I know so.”

“You’re sure about that?”

“Positive.”

“Then it looks like we have an understanding,” I said. “Let the punishment begin.”

I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back into the wall, pinning her against it.

“Oh so it’s gonna be like that, huh?” she said.

“That’s right,” I replied, my mouth turned up in an evil smile.

“I hope you’re not expecting me to just sit here and take it like some pathetic little girl,” she said.

“Of course not,” I replied. “In fact, I was hoping you’d be your typical defiant little self.”

“Well don’t worry about that,” she said. “Because you’re sure as hell going to get the real me.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

I squeezed my hand around her throat, cutting off her air. Staring directly at her, our eyes locked together, I watched as her face started to slowly turn red from lack of oxygen.

But Jamie didn’t fight back. She just stood there and took it, her eyes boring into mine as though telling me my actions had no effect on her.

Unfortunately for her, although her mind was willing, her flesh was weak. I could feel her body starting to sag as it felt the effects of her lungs not getting any air. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyelids fluttering. She was obviously in distress but it wasn’t until her head started to loll that I released her throat.

Her eyes immediately opened wide and her chest heaved as she gulped down air. Still, she was defiant as always, not even giving me an inch of satisfaction.

“Is that all you got?” she said.

“As a matter of fact, it’s not,” I said. “That was just the beginning.”

“Then let’s get on with it,” she said. “I want to see what you have in store for me.”

“If you insist,” I said. Then I slapped her across the face.

She gasped and her eyes opened wide in shock before she could regain control of herself. I smiled, pleased with myself for breaking through her defenses, if only temporarily.

“Caught you by surprise there, didn’t I,” I said, taunting her.

“Only because it was a cheap shot,” she said.

“You’re right,” I said. “That one was a cheap shot. But this one isn’t.”

I slapped her again.

This time she didn’t make a sound. She just stared at me with defiance dripping from her eyes and her mouth turned up in a little half-smile.

“Come on,” she said. “You can do better than that.”

I slapped her again. Her cheek was bright red and her eyes were starting to leak tears.

“That’s it?” she said. “My little sister hit me harder than that when we were kids.”

I slapped her again, harder this time. The sound of my palm striking her flesh filled the room. But still she didn’t even come close to giving in.

“Harder,” she said.

I obliged.

“Harder,” she said, her voice rising.

So I smacked her again, really getting into it this time.

“Harder!” she screamed.

I slapped her yet again.

And again.

And again, until my hand was starting to tingle.

But Jamie was still upright, still staring right at me, still defiant.

My cock was pressing painfully against my pants. I didn’t want to think about what that said about me. I was enjoying myself way too much. So I stopped before things got too out of control.

“On your knees,” I said.

She paused for a moment, just to let me know that she wasn’t jumping at my commands but choosing to do what I said of her own accord, but eventually did as she was told.

We stood there for a moment, me staring down at Jamie and her looking right back up at me, neither of us saying anything.

“Well?” I said. “What are you waiting for.”

“I’m waiting for you to tell me what to do,” Jamie replied. “After all that’s what tonight is all about, right?”

She was right, of course. Not that I was going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that.

“Maybe I’ll stop telling you what to do and just start doing it to you instead,” I said. “Is that what you want?”

“Since when is tonight about what I want?”

“Again with the attitude,” I said. “Always with the attitude.”

She offered me a fake smile and shrugged. “You didn’t really expect anything different did you?”

“No, I suppose I didn’t,” I said, unzipping my zipper and pulling out my stiff cock. “I guess I’ll just have to do things the hard way.”

“I guess you will,” she said.

Smiling, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it towards me. With my other hand, I grabbed the base of my cock, and started smacking her in the cheek with it.

“Are you at least going to open your mouth for me?” I asked.

“I guess I could do that much,” Jamie said. She opened her mouth.

“Tongue out,” I said.

She did as she was told without comment for once.

I dropped the head of my cock onto her tongue then grabbed another handful of her hair. Now I had both my hands on the back of her head. Looking down at her, I said, “Say ahhhhh.”

As soon as she started to make the sound I shoved my cock in her mouth.

Using Jamie’s hair to control her movements, I pulled her head towards me, forcing my cock deeper in her mouth, not stopping until she was deepthroating me. Once my cock had completely disappeared, I held her head in place, my cock planted firmly in her throat, her nose touching my navel, her lips pressing against my jeans.

Caught by surprise, Jamie was coughing and gagging and trying to pull off my cock, but I didn’t let her, riding her face like a rodeo cowboy rides a bull, shifting my hips to stay with her as she tried unsuccessfully to get away.

“You’re not talking any shit now,” I said. “It’s kind of hard when your mouth is full.”

I held on for another couple of seconds before letting her go. Her head snapped back and a river of saliva poured out of her mouth and onto the floor as she gasped for breath.

Seeing Jamie in distress just turned me on more. It was so rare to break through her defenses that I decided to capitalize on the situation before she fully recovered. I pulled my pants down and stepped out of them. Then I again grabbed two handfuls of her hair. But this time instead of bringing her towards me, I pushed her backwards until her back was against the wall. She was still trying to fill her lungs with air when I slid my cock back into her mouth.

Instead of forcing her to deepthroat me, I pumped her open mouth with my cock, slamming it in and out of her in long, slow strokes, pulling it out of her for a couple seconds at the end of each thrust, giving her a chance to breathe.

“Look up here,” I said. “The least you can do is look at me while I fuck your face.”

She turned her eyes towards me and stared at me with defiance dripping from them.

“That’s a good girl,” I said, my voice laced with mock praise. Strangely, I was just as turned on by the look she was giving me as I was from the sensation of my cock in her mouth.

30 seconds later, I’d risen a little too close to orgasm for my own good. I needed a break. Plus I wanted to reward Jamie for a job well done. So I pulled my cock out of her mouth, bent down, picked her up, threw her over my shoulders, and carried her into the bedroom.

Once there, I tossed her down on the bed, her back on the mattress and her legs up in the air. I grabbed ahold of her ankles and spread her legs wide, as far as they would go. They were sticking straight out, knees locked, leg muscles tight.

“Hold them there,” I said.

Jamie grabbed the heels of her boots and held her legs in position, wide open and beckoning.

Still standing, I looked down at her, taking in her whole body before proceeding. Her white panties were soaked through, allowing me to see her pussy behind them. Her shirt was still covering her tits, but I left it on. There’s something about fucking a girl that’s still clothed that turned me on immensely.

I grabbed Jamie’s hips and slid them towards me until her lower half was right at the edge of the bed. From this angle, with me standing and her lying on the bed, my cock was hovering right over her pussy as if showing me where it wanted to go. For a moment I was tempted to stick it in her, but the temptation quickly passed. I had some other things that I needed to do is first.

Reaching down, I grabbed ahold of Jamie’s panties and yanked them aside, revealing her cleanly shaved, luscious little pink pussy. I turned slightly to the side to give myself a better angle, then slid two fingers inside her.

I started off slowly, moving them back and forth with the purpose, rubbing the underside of her clit, something that I knew drove her crazy. I gradually picked up steam, moving my fingers faster and faster in and out of her. Jamie had told me before that she liked getting fingered just as much as she liked getting fucked, if not more, and it showed in her face. She was trying to maintain her façade of indifference but was losing the battle. And when I curled the tip of my fingers upward and went to work on her G-spot, she gave up entirely.

Her face was a curious mixture of pleasure and anger, as though she was mad at herself for feeling so good. I paused for a moment to slip a third finger inside her pussy then immediately picked up right where I’d left off, slamming my fingers into her hard enough that her legs started to buckle, bending at the knee.

I immediately pulled my fingers from her pussy. Jamie groaned in disappointment, a sound that turned into a yelp of surprise when I smacked her pussy with my open palm.

“What the fuck was that for?” she asked, her legs folding even further.

“Did I say you could relax your legs?” I asked.

She shook her head and pulled her legs taut once again.

“That’s better,” I said.

“Now will you stick your fingers back in me?” she asked.

Her need had taken her attitude down a notch, something that almost always happened. She started out talking shit but as she got more and more into the physical aspects of the evening, she started to mellow out. Her attitude never truly disappeared, but it definitely went into hiding as the needs of her body began to trump her personality.

“That depends,” I said. “Can you keep your legs tight no matter what I do to you?”

Jamie nodded.

I gave her another smack on the pussy. She yelped again and flinched but didn’t fold her legs this time.

“Are you sure?” I said. “You almost collapsed right there.”

“I’m sure,” she said, a hint of defiance rising again.

I smacked her again, this time on the inner part of her thigh.

She held tight.

I smacked her other thigh, harder this time. The sound echoed about the bedroom.

She bit down on her bottom lip but still she didn’t fold her legs.

“Not bad,” I said. “I think you’ve earned my fingers again.”

So I gave them to her, sliding all three inside her pussy. They went in even easier than they had earlier. Apparently getting smacked around turned Jamie on just as much as a good finger-banging.

I put my left foot up on the bed and leaned forward, altering the angle of penetration and allowing me to slide my fingers even deeper inside her. I pushed them in until they were well past the knuckles and held them there as her pussy clenched tight.

“Holyfuckingshit,” Jamie said as I started sliding them back and forth deep inside her, exploring her insides. Her legs were quivering but she held on tight, not letting them falter.

I hammered my fingers into her, trying to get Jamie to cave, but still she held her legs to the side, her knees locked out and her thighs rock-hard. My head was right above hers and she stared up at me, her eyes laced with defiance even as the rest of her features gave in to the pleasure. She was intent on outlasting me, taking as much as I could give her without folding again.

There was no way that was going to happen, of course. I still had a couple tricks up my sleeve. It was time I broke one out.

While my right hand still pounding away at her pussy, I reached down with my left and tore her blouse open, popping the buttons off and exposing her firm, perky little tits.

I groped one for a moment, then pinched the nipple. Jamie gasped but didn’t relax her legs. I gave her other breast the same treatment. She reacted the same way, still not even coming close to collapsing her legs.

“Not bad,” I said. “Not bad at all.”

Jamie didn’t reply. All her energy was being spent keeping her legs tight. But she did glare up at me with an evil look while her breath escaped from her mouth in shallow gasps.

“You do realize you can’t win,” I said. “You’re going to fold again eventually.”

“Not if I can help it,” she said, her voice a raspy, wheezing mess.

 “Then I guess I’ll just have to make it so you can’t help it,” I said.

“Go ahead and try,” she spat out.

I laughed softly. Jamie certainly was quite the trooper. Most women would have folded long ago. But I didn’t tell her that, of course. To do so would ruin the mood.

“If you insist,” I said instead. Then I let my hand wander up her chest to her throat.

Jamie’s eyes widened slightly. Whether it was in surprise or pleasure I wasn’t sure. Not that it mattered at this point.

Still continuing to bang her pussy with my fingers, I gripped her throat between my thumb and forefinger and started to squeeze.

Jamie’s face turned red from the lack of oxygen, then started to go pale. But still she held on, keeping her legs tight by sheer willpower alone. But it was only a matter of time until her body gave in, even if her mind didn’t. Fifteen seconds later the time came.

Her eyelids fluttered and then started to close. She released her hold on her heels and her arms flopped down onto the bed, followed by her legs.

I released her throat but continued slamming my fingers inside of her pussy as she came back to the waking world. The transition must have been an intense one, as an orgasm rocked her body shortly after I let go of her throat.

She bucked against my hand a couple of times, then tensed up, her pussy squeezing the blood from my fingers. She reached out and grabbed my arm with both of her hands and held it in place, deep inside of her.

“Don’t move,” she said desperately, still short of air. “Don’t you dare fucking move.”

I almost pulled my fingers out of her to pay her back for what she’d done earlier that day (if she’d been telling me the truth, of course) but ultimately decided that would be taking things too far.